driver?”
“It would be a great idea if I didn’t think it would be you in disguise.” Speaking of which, should she check the apartment and car for bugs? He wouldn’t go that far, surely. “I’ll look over this contract, and I’d like to check the place out.” Sarah smiled.
“How about Sunday? If you’d like to join me for lunch, we could do that, too.”
“I can view the place Sunday morning, but no go on lunch I’m afraid.”
“Another date to go to?”
“Unless it’s a business meeting, I have to decline all offers for meals with you.”
“Naturally.” Brock frowned and stood up. “I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure…but I’d be lying.”
Sarah gave a small laugh. “It’s for the best, and you know it.”
“I may know it, but I don’t have to like it.” He stooped over the desk, and he frowned but humor glinted in his eyes.
“Call me about Sunday and let me know where to meet you.”
Brock made a low bow, sweeping his arm across in front of him. “As the lady desires. I’m at your service.”
“Cut it out. Stop sulking.”
He smiled and walked to the door. “You have my number if you get the urge to booty call me after Friday wine with Bella.”
Sarah stiffened and watched him slowly closing the door behind him. “Stop stalking me. I have a right to privacy.” But she smiled at their banter. It was fun for sure. But everyone knew fun led right to trouble.
“Sorry, Miss Beaumont. The company policy insists on full screening for front line executives.” He called back, as the door clicked shut. She was certain she heard a low chuckle.
“That’s crap and you know it.” She called back, wondering if he’d even heard.
That man was aggravating, so why did he always leave her with a smile and the warm fuzzies? He also had a smile that killed her and a body she imagined in various naked positions, and they all involved him taking what he wanted from her.
This was the worst part. The wanting. The desire that sparked when he was in the same room, or even across the city sending text messages. Was she just hanging onto an antiquated idea of abstinence out of stubbornness? What could a casual night of hot sex matter? It wouldn’t matter, not at all.
Except it would to her because she wasn’t sure she could do that with Brock and keep emotions out of it.
If she made a conscious decision to change her mind and allow herself to enjoy the desires of the flesh what would that mean? It might mean she was moving on finally and was free from the shackles of her past.
It might also mean she was weak and headed for heartache again because she didn’t have the determination to carry through her commitments to herself when the going got tough.
The facts were simple. Sarah wanted Brock more than she’d ever wanted any man, but she knew he wasn’t the marrying kind, and even if he was, could she live with him long term? She thought not. The sex would be damned explosive, that much was certain, but would it be worth it?
A little voice inside her begged her to find out.
Chapter Nine
“This is a very weird lease agreement.” Sarah settled on her tatty sofa and pulled her legs up underneath her.
Bella tapped lightly, and Sarah heard her friend pad in. She always wore fancy Friday socks. “Hey. That’s fine. I’m happy that you bring your work into our sacred drinks night. Knock yourself out.”
“This isn’t work, and it concerns you.”
“Me and that big stack of papers?”
Sarah looked at Bella over her reading glasses. “Yes.”
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it. I wasn’t there…never slept with him…” Bella laughed.
“It’s nothing bad. This is a lease agreement for a very swanky apartment owned by the company I work for.”
“ Billionaire Brock is paying for your living quarters?”
“No. It costs a packet. Which I can now afford according to my salary package, which I have checked out very carefully, and it is the same as my predecessor’s.
“It would be a great idea if I didn’t think it would be you in disguise.” Speaking of which, should she check the apartment and car for bugs? He wouldn’t go that far, surely. “I’ll look over this contract, and I’d like to check the place out.” Sarah smiled.
“How about Sunday? If you’d like to join me for lunch, we could do that, too.”
“I can view the place Sunday morning, but no go on lunch I’m afraid.”
“Another date to go to?”
“Unless it’s a business meeting, I have to decline all offers for meals with you.”
“Naturally.” Brock frowned and stood up. “I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure…but I’d be lying.”
Sarah gave a small laugh. “It’s for the best, and you know it.”
“I may know it, but I don’t have to like it.” He stooped over the desk, and he frowned but humor glinted in his eyes.
“Call me about Sunday and let me know where to meet you.”
Brock made a low bow, sweeping his arm across in front of him. “As the lady desires. I’m at your service.”
“Cut it out. Stop sulking.”
He smiled and walked to the door. “You have my number if you get the urge to booty call me after Friday wine with Bella.”
Sarah stiffened and watched him slowly closing the door behind him. “Stop stalking me. I have a right to privacy.” But she smiled at their banter. It was fun for sure. But everyone knew fun led right to trouble.
“Sorry, Miss Beaumont. The company policy insists on full screening for front line executives.” He called back, as the door clicked shut. She was certain she heard a low chuckle.
“That’s crap and you know it.” She called back, wondering if he’d even heard.
That man was aggravating, so why did he always leave her with a smile and the warm fuzzies? He also had a smile that killed her and a body she imagined in various naked positions, and they all involved him taking what he wanted from her.
This was the worst part. The wanting. The desire that sparked when he was in the same room, or even across the city sending text messages. Was she just hanging onto an antiquated idea of abstinence out of stubbornness? What could a casual night of hot sex matter? It wouldn’t matter, not at all.
Except it would to her because she wasn’t sure she could do that with Brock and keep emotions out of it.
If she made a conscious decision to change her mind and allow herself to enjoy the desires of the flesh what would that mean? It might mean she was moving on finally and was free from the shackles of her past.
It might also mean she was weak and headed for heartache again because she didn’t have the determination to carry through her commitments to herself when the going got tough.
The facts were simple. Sarah wanted Brock more than she’d ever wanted any man, but she knew he wasn’t the marrying kind, and even if he was, could she live with him long term? She thought not. The sex would be damned explosive, that much was certain, but would it be worth it?
A little voice inside her begged her to find out.
Chapter Nine
“This is a very weird lease agreement.” Sarah settled on her tatty sofa and pulled her legs up underneath her.
Bella tapped lightly, and Sarah heard her friend pad in. She always wore fancy Friday socks. “Hey. That’s fine. I’m happy that you bring your work into our sacred drinks night. Knock yourself out.”
“This isn’t work, and it concerns you.”
“Me and that big stack of papers?”
Sarah looked at Bella over her reading glasses. “Yes.”
“Whatever it is, I didn’t do it. I wasn’t there…never slept with him…” Bella laughed.
“It’s nothing bad. This is a lease agreement for a very swanky apartment owned by the company I work for.”
“ Billionaire Brock is paying for your living quarters?”
“No. It costs a packet. Which I can now afford according to my salary package, which I have checked out very carefully, and it is the same as my predecessor’s.
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